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"Today?" she whispers seductively, pressing her breasts more firmly against my back.
Her hand slides down my stomach, a slow journey that has my body responding instantly.
I quickly grab her wrist and spin in her arms, making her gasp.
Before she can blink, I have her arms pinned behind her back, and her body pressed hard against mine. I hold both of her slender wrists in one of my hands. The other, I slide into her hair and use it to tilt her head back so she has no choice but to look up at me.
Her eyes are wide and dark, her lips parted. She is breathing fast. I can feel the quick, frantic beat of her heart against my chest.
And I can smell her arousal.
It is a sweet, potent perfume that calls to a part of me I am trying hard to keep leashed.
"You are playing a dangerous game," I say. My voice is low and rough.
"I like danger," she says. A dare.
"No," I say, my thumb stroking the sensitive skin of her throat. "You don't."
I lean down and brush my lips against hers. A light, teasing touch that is a promise, a warning, of more.
She tries to deepen the kiss, but I pull back, my grip on her hair tightening.
"Adrian," she whispers, a breathy plea.
Her hips shift, rubbing against me, and I have to bite back a groan. I'm already hard. Just from having her near me.
"Right now," I say, my voice still low. "I am on duty. So this?" I press my erection against her stomach. "Is a liability. And these?" I pull her in, plastering her breasts against my chest, making her gasp again. "Are a distraction."
Her pupils are dark pools, blown wide. Her lips are parted. She's definitely not scared. She's turned on.
"Am I distracting you, Adrian?" she asks, her husky.
"You're always distracting me, Caterina," I say, and claim her lips in a bruising kiss meant to dominate. I pour all my frustration, my desire, my fear for her into it. It is a kiss that says I am in control, even when I feel like I am spiraling.
She doesn’t hesitate for a second. She meets me stroke for stroke, her tongue dueling with mine, her body arching against mine. Wanting more. Always more.
She is a force of nature. And I am caught in her path.
I pull back, breathing heavily.
Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed. Her eyes are dark with a hunger that mirrors my own.
"Okay," she whispers. "I'll behave."
I narrow my eyes.
"Tonight," she continues.
There it is.
"Don't," I warn her. "Don't play with me."
"Who says I'm playing?" she asks, her voice a sultry whisper. She shifts in my grip, rubbing against me again. "I told you I'll behave. But I've got it in my system now." She licks her lower lip, her gaze dropping to my mouth. "I can't behave until I've got it all out."
This woman is going to kill me. Her father will fire me. And then I'll be dead. But I'm going to die a happy man.
She leans in, her lips a breath away from my ear. "Fuck me, Adrian," she whispers. "Right here. Right now. Fuck it out of my system, and I promise I'll be a good girl for you tonight."
